Pusha T The Games We Play Lyrics
Drug dealer Benzes with gold diggers in ’em
In elevator condos
On everything I love
This ain’t a wave or a phase
‘Cause all that shit fades
This lifestyle’s forever when you made
They tweet about the length I made ’em wait
What the fuck you expect
When a n**** got a cape and he’s great?
Oven’s full of cakes that he bakes
Still spreading paste
The love just accentuates the hate
This is for my bodybuilding clients moving weight
Just add water, stir it like a shake
Play amongst the stars like the roof in the Wraith
Get the table next to mine, make our bottle servers race
These are the games we play, we are the names they say
This is the drug money your ex-n**** claim he make
To all of my young n*****
I am your Ghost and your Rae
This is my Purple Tape
Save up for rainy days and baby mama wishes
Along with the side bitches
They try to coexist, end up wishin’-you-die bitches
Stood on every couch
In the A at the black party
No jewelry on, but you richer than everybody
You laugh a little louder
The DJ say your name a little prouder
And we don’t need a globe to show you the world is ours
We can bet a hundred thousand with my safe hold
My number’s lookin’ like a bank code
These are the games we play, we are the names they say
This is the drug money your ex-n**** claim he make
Ain’t no stoppin’ the champagne from poppin’
The draws from droppin’, the laws from watchin’
With Ye back choppin’, the cars and the women come with options
Caviar facials remove the toxins
This ain’t for the conscious, this is for the mud-made monsters
Who grew up on legends from outta Yonkers
Influenced by n***** straight outta Compton
The scale never lies. I’m 2.2, incentivized
If you ain’t energized like the bunny for drug money
Or been paralyzed by the sight of a drug mummy
This ain’t really for ya, this is for the Goya, Montoya
Who said I couldn’t stop then afforded me all the lawyers
The only kingpin who ain’t sinkin’
Chess moves that made my third eye ain’t blinkin’
Stay woke, n****, or get out
Still pullin’ whips out
Still spread the chips out
Might buy your bitch some new hips and yank her rib out
The message in this music all my n***** had to live out
These are the games we play, we are the names they say
This is the drug money your ex-n**** claim he make
